evening
 
 weathergirl.
 
 Everything
 
 shut
 
 down,
 
 cerebral
 
 ghost
 
 town.
 
 I
 
 fell
 
 into
 
 sleep.
 
 Deep,
 
 dream-free
 
 sleep.
 
 Woke to Pounding
 
 on the door,
 
 insistent vibration,
 
 building noise.
 
 Bree? You there?
 
 Late-day sun
 
 filtered through
 
 cracks in
 
 the blinds.
 
 It’s me. Open up.
 
 Late-day? How
 
 long had
 
 I slept? Only
 
 hours?
 
 I need to talk to you.